[He throws an arm around Dante's trunk in anticipation, trying to wiggle out of the headlock but alas, trapped. So then he starts trying to wrestle away, simultaneously kicking Dante in the sides of his shins to throw him off.
Hasn't shut him up, though.]
So old you can't operate a pickle jar on your own anymore. How tragic!
[He's laughing more than he is actually distressed at being manhandled and harassed by his beloved uncle, even as he's struggling to get away. Without whipping out his wings, Dante got the drop on him, alas...]
Sure hope we don't face down a pickle demon ever, or you're fucked.
( Another few noogies given to the kid's head, he lets him go then, bapping the back of his head with a closed fist. Playful, not at all with the intent to harm him. Just, you know. Dante being Dante. )
[He's wriggling hard enough that the release sends him stumbling a bit. He recovers quickly though, grins, and moves back in to throw his arms around Dante for the ultimate riposte:
Taking a second to really just process that, he sighs and returns the embrace albeit gently, hand gently stroking the kid's back some as he lets him hug him. He'd die for this kid. He'd also die for his brother, too. Much as he doesn't want to... he would. Because they're his family and he loves them. )
[It was impulsive. Just, you know... trying it on...
He doesn't drag it out too terribly long, mostly smug at hugging his uncle and successfully getting it reciprocated. Follows it up with a friendly punch in the arm as he backs off.]
Bag up your sink pickles if you want 'em, old man. I'm gonna clean up after I put all this away.
[Unky Pickles, he always wants to spend time with you. But in this case?]
Yeah, seriously. I was just gonna put on a match and have a couple beers. Might even go to bed before midnight. If you're down, then cool, but it might be a little boring.
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( Alright. That does it. Here he goes wrapping an arm around Nero's neck and pulling him down into a headlock, giving him a noogie. )
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[He throws an arm around Dante's trunk in anticipation, trying to wiggle out of the headlock but alas, trapped. So then he starts trying to wrestle away, simultaneously kicking Dante in the sides of his shins to throw him off.
Hasn't shut him up, though.]
So old you can't operate a pickle jar on your own anymore. How tragic!
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The only thing tragic here is your getting noogied by an old man.
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[He's laughing more than he is actually distressed at being manhandled and harassed by his beloved uncle, even as he's struggling to get away. Without whipping out his wings, Dante got the drop on him, alas...]
Sure hope we don't face down a pickle demon ever, or you're fucked.
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( Another few noogies given to the kid's head, he lets him go then, bapping the back of his head with a closed fist. Playful, not at all with the intent to harm him. Just, you know. Dante being Dante. )
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[He's wriggling hard enough that the release sends him stumbling a bit. He recovers quickly though, grins, and moves back in to throw his arms around Dante for the ultimate riposte:
A genuine hug.]
Dumbass. [Awww. A pet name!]
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Taking a second to really just process that, he sighs and returns the embrace albeit gently, hand gently stroking the kid's back some as he lets him hug him. He'd die for this kid. He'd also die for his brother, too. Much as he doesn't want to... he would. Because they're his family and he loves them. )
Yeah, I know.
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He doesn't drag it out too terribly long, mostly smug at hugging his uncle and successfully getting it reciprocated. Follows it up with a friendly punch in the arm as he backs off.]
Bag up your sink pickles if you want 'em, old man. I'm gonna clean up after I put all this away.
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( Gosh, Nero. )
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[And he scoffs as he goes to get all those pickles out of the sink. He's gonna need a shower later.]
Unky Pickles. There we go.
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Right. Well. I'm gonna head to my room then.
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[A smirk over his shoulder.]
And just let me know if you wanna hang out tomorrow. No pressure.
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You sure about that?
( Feels like he wants to spend time with his unky. )
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Yeah, seriously. I was just gonna put on a match and have a couple beers. Might even go to bed before midnight. If you're down, then cool, but it might be a little boring.
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I'll be around. Might take you up on it.
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[So... pizza.]
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( It's his, ok. )